Redhead Magnet

June 24, 2009

Today I thought would be a regular day. Wake up at 6:00 AM, go to summer school until 12:20 PM, get home at 1:10 PM, you get the idea. Instead, I was cheered up by a trip to Urban Outfitters.

I walked around the store looking for skirt since I didn’t own one. I ended up finding a skirt, a dress, a denim pair of shorts, and a “Cats” t-shirt (I used to watch that musical all the time when I was little). No, I didn’t buy all of those clothes, but I did try each of them on.

So I walked into the neatly arranged dressing rooms, topped off with Nylon Magazine. Guess what! I saw a redhead. He wasn’t really “a looker”, actually he reminded me a bit of Jeremy Davis from Paramore (look him up if you don’t know who he is!). He had red hair and a beard indeed, but what you don’t know is that he also had a nose ring.

The shorts and t-shirt just didn’t work. My legs looked strange in the shorts. Maybe it was the light, but I wasn’t in the mood to take that risk. Even with an undershirt on underneath, the t-shirt was way too long and had weird creases in it. The skirt was alright. I liked it, but I didn’t loved it; but it had pockets! I tried on the dress and fell in love. It was light weight and flowy, with thin horizontal stripes colored red, blue, and a cream shade of white. And might I say it looked fabulous with my purple converse?

I wandered the store a while longer looking for a regular rise pair of acid wash (grey and black, please!) cigarette style skinny jeans, with and ankle zipper. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find what I was looking for.
I grabbed a cute notebook which would be added to one of the various birthday items for my friend and a catalog. When I went to the register to pay, the redhead was there! I pushed my junk forward on the counter. “These catalogs are free, right?” I asked him. “Yeah,” he replied. He then added, “What if I told you they were a dollar and then you gave me a dollar?” I smiled and said, “That probably wouldn’t be very fair….” I finished, “But, I’d probably give you the dollar ’cause I’m kind of gullible.”

I now own a dress, which is a pretty rare sight. And to add to that, I will in fact wear it! Now, all I need is a Ron Weasley t-shirt to accompany my We The Kings “I Love Redheads” t-shirt.

I am so pathetically bored.

June 13, 2009

This is one of my favorite sets I’ve made on Polyvore. And right now I am pathetically bored. I feel like shopping or going to see a movie. Really, I just want to get out of my house. I am tired of all of the same items I see everyday. I want see something new and different. I want to go out to the Plaza and sit by one of the fountains. To sit by a fountain and just think. Plan things out, and think about what I want. To sit by a fountain and people watch. To try and guess a little bit about them. Well, I’m starting to sound like Stargirl now so I’ll just post the set. Here:

The Strokes - Barely Legal
The Strokes – Barely Legal by behindthe_sea featuring Coach accessories

Hello and Goodbye

May 17, 2009

Well Mackenzie, you’re almost eighteen and graduating high school. Let me just say, I am utterly sorry I cannot be at your graduation ceremony today. Though I hope you didn’t mind us calling to say hello.

I remember when you would come and stay with us for a week or so over the summer. My parents would pay you to watch my siblings and I and clean house a little. I think you were either twelve or thirteen when you said, “When I’m eighteen maybe I could drive you to the mall and we could go shopping together.” Or at least something like that. You have always been my favorite cousin and the nicest. Using your manners and if you ever did get mad or annoyed by me, you didn’t show it. I used to look up to you like you were the coolest girl on the planet. You would take me to the mall or play Barbies with me. There were times when you didn’t want to hang out with me, but you never did it in a mean way.

Now you’re going to college and turning eighteen and I’m still stuck at school. It feels like some parts of the years go by so quick while others drag on, and two weeks can feel like two months. Occasionally we would email each other, but I ran out of things to say. All I can say now is happy graduation and good luck when you go off to college this fall.


— Phoenixx

A Tale of Eli Cullen

January 26, 2009

Sundays are usually quite “depressing”. Knowing that you’ll have to go back to school the next day, not being able to stay up past midnight *sigh*.  Today went surprisingly well. I woke up early to go babysit at ten. They had a friend over so they payed me extra for the two hours I was at their house. I already had made fifty dollars in the past week so I was doing quite well on cash. I decided I’d make a trip down to Hot Topic once I arrived home. I hadn’t been there since before Christmas and I was excited to finally be able to purchase the Chiodos’ Bone Palace Ballet album.

I wore a a flowy, black, knee length, skirt with a pair of my tightest, purple tiger print, skinny jeans. My We The Kings shirt that reads, “I LOVE Red Heads” and my black with pink flamingos, slip on vans. (Not that it really matters what I was wearing, just thought I’d add that.)

I walk into Hot Topic with a rush of other kids. My stomach is doing flips. Why? You may ask. Do you remember my tales of the tall, thin, shiny black haired, clammy pale, cute guy in a pair of skinny jeans I told you about? I see him, staying calm (on the outside of course) I look up at the display of T-shirts. Walking towards the back of Hot Topic the guy with curly hair, David, recognizes me and says hello or, “Hey,” to be exact. I say hey right back to him with a friendly half smile.

Looking at the CD section I grab a copy of Chiodos’ Bone Palace Ballet. He comes closer. I’m squealing on the inside, relax Phoenixx, deep breaths. While I’m browsing records (nothing really strikes me) he comes over and asks, “Need help looking for a record?” It takes me a moment to reply, but I don’t stutter. “Um, no thanks.” as I flash him my Chiodos CD. I walk around the small cramped in space of Hot Topic, he walks near me.

Most of my time spent in Hot Topic is spent window shopping, having an undecided feeling on what I should or shouldn’t buy. Don’t you hate it when that happens?? I keep pacing through the store like always. He is still following me. Creepy? Maybe, could I say creepy in a good way? I notice he is wearing a green To Write Love On Her Arms T-shirt but of course skinny jeans, eyeliner? Yes. Whatever. It might be weird, but he is still very cute. My mother finds little Hello Kitty items for my younger sister’s upcoming birthday. She shows me Emily The Strange barrettes which are cute, though I’d rather not spend the eight dollars on. All of a sudden I feel a warmth rush to my face. Crap, I’m blushing. My ears and cheeks are a shade of scarlet, like I said, he might be Edward Cullen after all.

I spy a Joker shirt. It is gray and has his makeup smeared face on it and his hand in which he is holding a card that has Batman on it. Wandering over to a Watchmen jacket. I check the price, $ 48.00 dollars, ouch! Maybe another time. (While wandering I found out my favorite HT guy was named Eli.) I finally settle on the Chiodos Bone Palace Ballet: Grand Coda album and two strings of Zotz (watermelon and apple, yum!). David and a girl I do not recognize are up at the counter. David leaves and Eli comes to the counter. I go over to his side of the line, joyful. Then the girl asks, “Next person in line?” Aw, crap. I am very bummed as the lucky girl who was behind me gets rung up by Eli. I pay for my sister’s Hello Kitty junk, Emily The Strange barrettes (I decided I’d wear them), and my Chiodos album with a twenty dollar bill.


November 26, 2008

(Another post I wrote a while ago before I had a blog. Notice that I mention two of the guys from my post “Hot Topic?”)

I usually don’t find it quite so hard to talk to people I don’t know very well if I will myself. There seems to be something about two of the guys at Hot Topic. I stumble over my words, tripping and failing to spit them out, without sounding squeamish. My conversations usually go something like this.

Hot Topic employee: You finding everything alright?

Me: Uh-huh.

Guy: To Write Love On Her Arms is for a great cause *said in a serious tone*.

Me: Yeah.

Do you see what I mean?! I must seem really shy or anti-social. I mean I could do better than give short answers like Yes, No, Yeah, Uh-huh etc. I must also look like a brat or just plain weird because I beg my mom not to drag me into stores like “Pac Sun” just to look for so stupid uniform pants for school. Stores like “Abercrombie and Fitch” are what I call “annoying high school girl” store, end of story. As it seems I don’t have super mature friends or I just haven’t taken the time to get close to them. So I decide I won’t take them on my mall adventures with my mother and I.

There is a seemingly nice guy I see at Hot Topic with long curly hair he keeps pulled back in a loose, low, ponytail. He is decent looking I don’t have a “crush” on him, I just think of him as attractive. I notice a new employee there. Shoulder length shiny black hair or is it dark brown? He was tall and thin he wore a hat, that bothered me a little. Do I like him? is what I am thinking. I’m not boy crazy am I? Eww, that just sounds gross I’m just a writer telling about one person I like that’s all. Though don’t get me wrong I can go all fan-girl over Gerard, but that’s Gerard Way we are talking about here people!

Another conversation: I’m walking to the cash register ready to pay, I grab a string of Zotz which he notices.

Guy: I found out about these like a week ago.

Me: … (silence)

Guy: They’re pretty cool, thye like explode in your mouth!

Me: I know *half smile*. Oh, I like your shirt. (It has a picture of “Where The Wild Things Are”)

Guy: Thanks.

Once he finished scanning my purchases he tell me the total is something like $35.46. I don’t have the 46 cents. I’m crossing my fingers hoping he’ll say oh, it’s okay. He doesn’t so I just ask for him to take out the Zotz. *slaps hand to forehead*

Hot Topic?

November 23, 2008

I like shopping around at Hot Topic when I have the money, a few weeks back I was browsing the store. The stuff there is just so fun and funky! I could be in there for hours without buying anything. Music, clothing, accessories, shoes, candy (Zotz), bags, a cute guy or two (Did I just say that??). If you are in a store for more than twenty minutes, employees are bound to ask you if you need any help finding anything.

He walks up to me, shoulder length straight, shiny (not greasy), dark brown almost black hair. He’s tall with clammy pale skin, pretty shaped eyes a shade of hazel, a lip ring, wearing skinny jeans and a T-shirt. Might he be a vampire because he is dazzling me. Did he see me staring?? I wasn’t drooling was I?? “You findin’ everything alright?” he asks “Um… yeah. Could I try these on?” I respond holding out a pair of jeans. “Sure.” he answers. I walk back to the dressing room try the jeans on blah, blah. I decide I’ll buy ’em, so I carry them around until someone tells me I can leave them at the counter until I pay. I see a To Write Love On Her Arms T-shirt that reads “Alive. Wake up you are alive we are on your side.” I’d seen it on the To Write Love On Her Arms website, pondering if I should purchase it. He notices me taking a liking to the shirt “To Write Love On Her Arms! I love that foundation, it’s for a great cause! Did you see the ‘alive’ tee?” I just nod my head, feeling muted. I support TWLOHA and as a gift from a family friend Kristi I have a hoodie that says “LOVE”. I’m wearing the hoodie so of course he notices that too. “Ahh! you’re wearing the love hoodie!” GAH!! Must he be so nice and friendly (…and attractive)? “Do you have the pink TWLOHA T-shirt?” I ask. “Um… I think we do, lemme check.” He walks over to a wall of shelves loaded with awesome T-shirts. He comes back over to me and says,”This is the last one, wanna go try it on?” “Sure, I guess,” I stammer. Once I’ve tried it on it fits me, though it’s a little to small for my taste. I walk back out ready to go put it away and pay for my lovely pair of pants. He unterruppts my silence, “How’d that work out for ya?” “Erm, it’s a little small for my taste,” I try to say without looking panicky. I pay and leave the store.

After we get out of the store my mom comments, “I think that guy liked you Phoen.” as a grin spreads across her face. “Really? Are you sure?” I reply. “Yeah! He was cute!” I smack my forehead with my hand, covering my face… and my smile. I soon think. Isn’t that weird for a 16 year old to like someone my age?

Last night I went to spend my gift card spying Invader Zim sleeping pants. I was looking around and a female employee asks “You doin’ alright girlie?” in an upbeat tone. I didn’t buy the P.J. pants even though I had the money instead I settled for the Anberlin album Lost Songs and a few strings of Zotz. I slowly walk toward the counter. The girl with cute short brown hair, a pretty yet quirky face, and wide hips, which look fabulous with her skinny jeans on. “Yeeeaaah!! Zotz!” “The best!” I say back. “I really like this band.” she says holding up the Anberlin CD.  

Today I went back in hopes of seeing him again. I walk in take a quick glance at the room and notice him at the counter. I’m not obsessed am I, right? I naw at my lip tearing away dried skin with my teeth. I see a pair of bright blue jeans I like. Note to self: I need to stock up on pants, I only have three pairs. I ask the cute guy with curly hair if I can try on the jeans. “Sure. You can go and wait on over there,” he says pointing to the dressing rooms. After trying on two pairs to jeans I decide on my first choice and pick up the Invader Zim P.J. bottoms. I walk to the line ready to pay with ANOTHER string of Zotz.  Just as I’m ready to pay he has to leave. The curly haired David says, “You’ll have to go to the other side and have Terrence ring you up.” in a tone saying I’m quite oblivious. It’s the girl from last night. “You and your fricken’ Zotz!” she teases. “I love these pants, they’re cute!” I smile nod my head awkwardly, not knowing what to say back or how to start a conversation. “You should totally come here everyday and buy some random pants.” “Yep,” I smile back. I like going to a store and feeling comfortable where people are nice to me and don’t treat me like such a toddler. “Hey, we are rockin’ the same band!” Terrence notices that we both have on a The Academy Is… T-shirt.

Later on I’m walking through the mall with my mom and two little sisters. I stop breathing for a second as he walks past. Heart thuding, tap-tap, tap-tap. I squeal on the inside yet I see him with a girl. Is that his girlfriend? I wonder. My heart sinks. It shouldn’t be a big deal, right? Well, I’m crossing my fingers in hopes that the girl I saw is just a friend.